Massive stone pillars lined the sides of the long nave, though several had collapsed, littering the ground with debris. The few that remained upright were cracked, their once smooth surfaces marred by the passage of time. Weeds and vines had found their way inside, curling around the fallen stone, reclaiming the space that had long been abandoned. The air inside the church was heavy, thick with the scent of rot and decay as if the very essence of the place had been corrupted over time.
As Cyrus and Athena moved deeper into the church, their eyes were drawn to the far end of the room where a large altar stood. The altar, which had likely once been a place of reverence, was now covered in dust and grime. Its carvings were faded and broken, but they still held a faint echo of the religious importance they once possessed. Behind it, towering windows of shattered stained glass let in fractured beams of light, casting jagged reflections across the altar.
